Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Residents,
PIL,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Move,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.